Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Or perhaps, dear Friend, where we are. Landscape, like Season, changing, transforming from Spring, to Summer, Autumn to Winter. Each distinct, each an image of the Seasons gone before.
ReplyDeleteThis I know, no two gardens were ever the same.
Be Blessed in the ever changing, transforming landscapes, my Friend~